Poem Slowing down

Age is defeated in its need to slow me down
When the quest for speed was never desired
The pace designed by my indulgence in the path
Languishing in the beauty of good and bad
The trail of the flash misses all but the light
Meandering To absorb all you can offer
I walk beside the Tortoise seeing the pattern
Hidden in the hares trail of dust
(C) F McGivney of a night because the words just typed themselves

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